New York is a big city with many people, and there are not many things there which can actually shock the citizens, but every now and then, something does happen. This time it was in a small, charming cafe in the main part of New City called 'Espresso House'. It was one of the quite few places which had become a regular place for Neal Caffrey. After being forcefully settled down for three years, he might have decided to find a place he could rely on. It was often a brief visit but being Neal Caffrey meant to be noticed even if it is in a crowd. Of course, his charming manners, clothing and blue eyes had become quite noticeable among the staff, and he was always welcomed with a sudden giggle and a flirting wink. It was one of these days that an unexpected event took place. It was a brief moment but a gentle haunting scene.

Neal Caffrey was the second in line when suddenly a little child ran toward the counter and knocked off a plate as she stole a pastry. She was trying to run out quickly while some were trying to stop her but it was not needed because quite unintentionally, one of the waitresses walked into her, and the little girl fell back on the floor. The waitress must have been completely unaware of the stolen pastry because she quickly bent down and cried, "I am so sorry. I didn't see you."

One of the other workers approached them angrily and he yelled at the little girl angrily, "Look what you done, you little thief. Thank god, you stopped her Angie!" The woman looked up confused by his tone. In the meanwhile the little girl was crying; partly because she was hurt and partly because she was scared. Angie looked at her co-worker and calmly said, "Take it easy, Phil. She is just a little girl." Phil seemed quite unaffected by this as she continued, "She was stealing. She broke the plate!" Angie turned her gaze to the little girl's hands where she tightly held the pastry. "Are you hungry?" Angie asked carefully. The girl was sobbing but managed to nod. "Come with me", Angie said as she helps the little girl on her feet. Phil seemed annoyed by Angie's kindness. "I will pay for the pastry and the plate." Phil stared at Angie and the little girl as they walked toward the nearest table.

Angie was a short woman, probably same height as Elizabeth Burke, with dark hair and brown eyes. She had a very simple cut which reached her shoulders and covered her forehead. Her brown skin suited her eyes and hair but she was not a woman that anyone would notice. She was very simple, and her clothing seemed to prove that. When the little girl stopped sobbing and sat comfortable on the chair, Angie announced that she would be right back. She walked behind the counter and grabbed a plate, a glass of milk and a pastry. She was unaffected by the many eyes watching her every move. Before returning to the table, she looked back said, "I am going on a break."

The little girl watched Angie with teary eyes. The little girl was in poor clothes. She was wearing a hood but her coat was thin and her jeans were ripped. Her shoes seemed to be old and impracticable. It was a heartbreaking image, and Neal complete caught by it. Angie placed all items in front of her without saying anything. She merely sat in front of her and watched the little girl eat cautiously. She had beautiful blue eyes and light brown hair. Her skin was very pale but it seemed that the colour was caused by the spring wind.

"What is your name?" Angie asked when the little girl's sobbing had stopped.

She glanced at Angie with sparkling eyes and spoke in whispery voice, "Daisy".

"That is a very pretty name." Angie smiled.

"Where are your parents?"

Daisy remained silence. Her eyes became teary again and Angie feared the answers. "Where do you live?"

Daisy said nothing. Angie smiled again, "I can help you."

"Thank you for the food."

"You are very welcome. Daisy, what are you doing here alone?"

"I don't want to go back."

As this conversation took place, Neal had ordered and received his coffee but he was not ready to leave for work. Instead he sat by a table nearby so he could hear their conversation. Both Daisy and Angie were unaware of this.

"Daisy, do you live with a foster family? Are there anyone I can call so they can pick you up?"

"I don't want to go back! Please." Daisy began to cry silently.

Angie moved closer and held Daisy in her arms. "No one sees me. They always hit me, and no one stops them!" Daisy cried a bit louder than before.

Neal wanted to know more but when his phone rang and the name Peter Burke appeared on the screen, he knew that he had to pick it up. As expected, he was summoned to the office immediately. He waited a moment to watch Daisy cry in Angie's embrace. However, he decided to leave despite his fascination.